And you're rare,
Like a flower that opens on every 100th full moon.
I've caught you once,
In that moment of openness in your totality.
You were naked before me.
And I imagined your eyes were that of a lion in the nets of a hunter.
Vulnerably Brave.
Beautiful.
How you bared your deepest desires to me,
And told me all the places you ached.
I wanted to kiss you then.
To hold you and just let you know it was okay.
But there were oceans between us.
I could only savor you,
Comfort you,
Love you.
From Afar.
But ever since that divine night,
I've been marking the years on my calendar.
Waiting for you to bloom again.

- The Daisy I Chose Instead of a Rose

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A/N
I still remember how it felt.
To have you open up to me, about the demons you fought behind the scenes.
Guys
I just realized that even my A/Ns
Are Poetry!
Bruh, why am I not famous yet, and swimming in votes and comments?
Crazy 🙃
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